You ship Destiel?
Of course I ship Destiel. Have you seen My
posts?????
Ima use em
Kaladin:
Lunamor:
Raboniel:
Teft:
Dalinar:
The Lopen:
Shallan:
Adolin:
Ehlokar:
Jasnah:
Teravangian:
Sadeas:
Moash:
This is it. The Tumblr experience. You are scrolling and bam you are called out.
I hate to overthink
But that’s just my speciality
I want to think you like me back
But my mind can’t stop thinking the opposite
I don’t want to give myself a fantasy
Knowing that it’s unrequited
Knowing that it’ll end with my heart broken
I<3
My every nothing is you. My everything is us
Stop making me feel things. This wasn't very cash money of you.
Good day.
There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.
She isn't On tumbler
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
I may be the one with your voice inside my head. Saying things you will never say.
bro, the me inside your head is kind to you, right? haha? 🤨
Yes and yes
My longing for you makes all my close
friends angry. I don't blame em.
You might not be here always but you are always here when it matters most.
My greatest fear is growing old without you.